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letra de outta the way - sage (rapper)

you already know that i get crazy when i rap
i’d think before acting but i stay freaking attacking
a beat til they have to taze me with a bat
thinking they can leave and that that will break me but i’m back
it’s like even a lack of a reason to rap is a reason to act
as if it’s open season to snap on instrumentals
and that is the sentiment at which i’m getting
like the beginning of a ritalin ad
and then i’m blacking out like the power’s surgin’
as if i’m operating on electricity (get it?)
now it’s urgent
just how absurd can i sound, i’m clowning sure
but i’m down to earth just like humpty dumpty
but me, i don’t fall down, off, or over easy bro
if you know what i mean
cuz no one will be holding a freaking match
much less a candle to how i can roll over a beat

(chorus)
ho now i’m driving a beat
but i don’t know how to stop or even to slow down
so now please get outta the way
get up outta the way dawg
slow down i’m driving a beat
but i don’t know how to stop or even to slow down
so now please get outta the way
get up outta the way y’all

don’t even bother asking, kids…
“what’s the matter?” you know i’m what the matter is
but try sleeping on me and your back will get
so bent out of shape it’ll break
practice is all it’ll be to me and that ain’t an act
i would make like i’m bane, break the bat
and hit a homer, worse than to clench my fist and
just then knock the dumb out of mr. simpson
you’re fenced in
call em admiral akbarz cuz this pen is a trap
from whence can nary a soul escape
so close to a coal mine, but colder
with dope rhymes that’ll float right
into your head like a pack of nargles
i may be loony as in i’m lacking marbles
but i love good rhymes so i’m back to gargle
til i can spit something sick
that was horrible but i’m…

(chorus)

so let me get down with it for a minute
how can it be
that somehow i spit an amount fitted into every line
so heavily rhymed you better rewind
if you want to try to keep op as i steadily climb
and never decline?
a meddling mind like an acetylene line
readily lighting the beat up every time my mettle’s refined
getting ahead of me?
why even bother trying when i’m peddling rhymes
and mentally flying circles around every jerk that somehow
is able to say just whatever he likes
and never we mind whether he might
never be writing a single thing worthy of remembering
i’m.. getting to salty, i’m drying the beat out
but reminder, it’s just me clowning trying to peep how
to freestyle in a way that is fun to vibe to
my own h-rn isn’t really something that i’d toot

(chorus)

- sage rapper

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